(Tandyn Almer)Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonelySomeone calls on meAnd every now and then I spend my time at rhyme and verseAnd curse those faults in me

And then along comes MaryAnd does she want to give me kicks, and be my steady chickAnd give me pick of memoriesOr maybe rather gather tales fromhe fails and tribulationsNo one ever sees

When we met I was sure out to lunchNow my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicksWhose sickness is the games they playAnd when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokesAt who is most to blame today

And then along comes MaryAnd does she want to set them free, and let them see reality>From where she got her nameAnd will they struggle much, when told that such a tender touch of hersWill make them not the same

When we met I was sure out to lunchNow my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed and flaccid kidsAre flung across the starasThe psychodramas and the traumas goneThe songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars

And then along comes MaryAnd does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the painsShe left the night beforeOr will their waking eyes, reflect the lies, and make them realizeTheir urgent cry for sight no more

When we met I was sure out to lunchNow my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch--------------------------------------------------------------------------